This is what I think would've happened after the Conqueror of Shambala movie. Somehow, I find it hard to believe that things would be too happily-ever-after.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own this series.
Please don't get me wrong,
Because I'll never let this go,
But I can't find the words to tell you
I don't be alone,
But now I feel like I don't know you...
"Hawkeye! Wait!"
Lieutenant Hawkeye turned to see her Colonel racing up the platform. She paused and stood there, motionless, waiting and imagining what he had to say.
"Sir." she greeted. Former General Roy Mustang placed his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath.
When he stopped panting, he straightened up and looked her straight in the eye. "Where are you going, Lieutenant? Why are you here?"
"I'm leaving."
She said this with such serene simplicity that for a moment he was stunned, and had trouble believing her.
Finally his mind caught up to her words, and he stammered "B-b-but, why?"
A train flew by, its riders oblivious to the scene just outside there windows. The wind caught a few strands of her hair, and tossed them around her face. Roy wanted to catch them, to catch her arm and shake her and make her see.
"I swore to protect you until your goals were accomplished. I've done that. The Fuhrer is gone; the homunculi are defeated; what else is left to fix? It's all over, and you don't need me anymore."
"Wait, that's not true. . ." The seriousness of the situation was killing him, and he tried for humor. "Who will make me do my paperwork?"
Riza smiled a polite smile, one that didn't reach her lonesome eyes. "Maybe it's high time you learned to take care of that yourself."
She turned, and he desperately grabbed her elbow, wanting only for her to stay, to hear him out. But when she looked back at him, he couldn't think of anything to say.
"Please . . . I thought this was what you wanted. For us to fix the country, together."
"And we've done that! But . . . Colonel . . . how--" she stopped herself, like she was always doing. She always was in control; the perfect soldier, the perfect subordinate.
"What?! Tell me!"
She looked right at him, and he could see the tears she always hid so well from others. "How many more times am I going to be left behind? I can't do it anymore; I can't spend the rest of my life, waiting for you. It's just too much."
Subconsciously, his hand dropped, and she took a step back, her first step away from him. They watched each other for awhile, and finally Mustang blurted out what was on his mind.
"Riza, what am I going to do without you? I'd never would have been able to do any of it, if you hadn't been there. You were there every time, without fail. "
She looked away, took a deep, settling breath, and then turned back to him. "Except at the mansion."
Roy opened his mouth to protest, but she raised her hand, cutting him off. "It's fine. You don't need to defend me from myself."
Riza stepped forward and took his hand. Time stood still as they watched each other. Roy was desperately trying to think of ways to make her stay, but Riza was memorizing his face, so she could look back and remember.
The whistle of a train broke their trance, and Riza shook his hand. "Goodbye."
He nodded, words too caught in his throat for him to say anything. She dropped his hand, and walked away.
And Roy was left standing all alone again.
So? Tell me what you think.